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[breathing heavily]

No.

[gasp]

[phone ringing]

[knocking on door]

The mayor's office has just called.

Confirming a meeting, later?

I remember.

[car horn blaring]

[Richie] I'm looking for Dr Whiting!

- Do you have an appointment? - Just tell him it's Richie.

I'm afraid Dr Whiting can't see anyone without an appointment.

And I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to remove your car.

That's a reserved space.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to go and take a flying fuck to yourself

and just do as you are told before I slap this across your fucking mouth.

Everything alright, Susie?

- Christ. - Hey, Seb.

Long-time no see.

Art or science?

What do you want, Richie?

I don't imagine you're after the Botox deal.

A chat.

I didn't think I'd have this pleasure again.

[rock music playing on phone]

How many times we listen to them playing that, Seb?

Uh, you remember Kilburn?

Uh, of course not.

You are smacked out of your brains, I expect.

Look, if you've come here for some disagreeable little trip down memory lane,

dream on!

- I need to talk to a doctor. - Not loosely speaking,

a doctor any more, I'm a plastic surgeon. Not to say, of course, that--

You're a fucking doctor as far as I'm concerned.

That's what it says on your parking space.

Yeah, that's the one. Let's collect.

[engine starts]

Fuck. What the fuck's going on?

Fucking get after them, Jase.

- Fuck. - Fucking Kosovo's.

[Cal] Oh, fu...

Are you eating?

- Sleeping okay? - [Richie] Terrible.

And you've talked to Jo about this?

Ships that pass now, Seb.

Give me your phone.

- Why? - Doctor thing. Hmm.

How is Jo?

She's fine, into art now.

- Got herself a gallery and everything. - Good for her.

Right. A little memory test.

Three words.

Apple. Penny. Table. Say them.

Say them.

- Apple. Penny. Table. - Right, remember them.

- What's the date? - Aw, come on, nobody knows the date.

Uh, how am I supposed to know the date?

September, it's September and it's the, uh, 21st.

That was yesterday.

I was close.

- Season? - Autumn. Football.

Okay. Count back from a 100 in sevens.

Subtract seven each time.

100, 93, 86, 79...

- ...72, 65-- - Okay.

It's a watch.

Aw, come on, Seb, you gonna have to do better than that, man.

Three words. That you remembered?

Apple, penny...

Apple, penny...

Table. Ugh, apple, penny, fucking table!

So just a bit of stress, then, you reckon?

Might be worth giving the ticker the once over.

Oh, okay.

- MOT time. - Mmm-hmm.

Good to see you again, Seb.

Sorry about all the business at reception earlier.

Susie. Gorgeous, of course,

but tends to be a tad overzealous.

[soft chuckle]

She shouldn't have slammed the door on your face like that.

Yeah, nearly took my fucking head off.

[chuckles]

[mobile ringing]

Matty. Yeah.

Damn, okay.

I want you, Cal and all the boys there at the hotel in 15 minutes, alright?

Because this fucking business has gone on long enough.

[Cal] First the hotel. Now this.

A whole fucking shipment.

They're taking us for a bunch of muppets.

I'm telling you, one of us is gonna get cut up next.

- They are fucking animals. - It was evil, man.

Police are gonna be all over this. You touch anything?

You're joking.

Listen, we need to get a firm and we need to take it to them.

Alright, so we just start chucking bombs at one another

because you couldn't keep your cock in your pants?

Oh, fuck off, Dad.

Look, this is not my fault.

You're the one that smacked the old man.

They put a string of whores in your bed and you made them promises

and don't you ever tell me to fuck off!

You hear me? Ever!

I did what I did. You fucked up.

There's a body out there with you all over it

and we got nothing to deal with.

Donny?

Hmm, you gotta talk, Rich.

We take it to them and they'll slaughter us.

We ain't gone to war for years.

Okay. We talk.

Now we got Wes at the gallery.

I want security on all the houses.

People we know. People we can trust.

[mobile ringing]

Hello?

Mmm-hmm, okay.

Let him know that I am on my way and that I haven't forgotten.

Let's take this nice and easy.

Then perhaps we may get this place back to fucking normal.

[sighs]

[Donna] We've never had security before. What's happening?

Everything's just fine.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Seb?

[chuckles]

[Richie] I'll tell you, Alan. Investments like this deal,

do not come along every day. Have you seen the plans?

[Phillips] There's a curse on it, though, that West Pier, isn't there?

All the people who've tried to revive it.

Yeah, but that's the challenge.

We crack this and we're talking legacy, Alan.

Gordon, Richie.

- Huh? - It's not Alan. It's Gordon.

- It's okay. - Well, that's what I said.

You cut me off, mid flow there, Brian, you know.

You, uh, trying to confuse me.

We should go for dinner one night at the hotel, Alan.

You open again then? The fire.

Yeah. We needed a refurbishment, you know.

Insurance job, was it? [chuckles]

Steady. PC Plod here might feel a pang of duty.

[laughing]

[Cavendish] You're in the bunker, Richie. You'll have to lay up from there.

Where's mine then?

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chattering]

[Foreman] Richie?

Fuck the old man! Fuck him!

[sniffles] Listen, Matty,

I love you and you know that.

But you don't know what the fuck you are doing.

You don't. This is my game.

- No, it's not. It's the old man's game. - Look, we can do this together.

- You had your chance. - This is not my fault, alright?

He was the one that lost it when we could have done a deal.

Yeah, and you were the one screaming and shouting about him being back.

Look, no one's doubting you, alright?

But you're in the firing line.

Go home. Fucking play with the kids. Play with Janey.

Keep your head down for a bit.

Yeah, but this is, uh, fucking gardening leave now, is it?

You just need to be safe.

[cell phone ringing]

- No! - Tell him to fuck off.

Listen. Alright! We've not had this before, right?

Or I have been threatened like this.

Maybe the old man's had his day. I don't know. Maybe we're on our own now.

- Whatever, we have to make this work. - Not like this.

We don't have a choice, Cal.

Marin. Yeah.

Fine.

You alright?

- It's a bastard game, isn't it? - [chuckles]

How's business?

Yeah, it's good. It's good.

I leave the boys to deal with most of it, these days.

Been trying to get hold of you.

Left a couple of messages on your phone.

You're run in on the front.

The unicyclist. You're not gonna...

No.

Phone's been playing up.

No case to answer as far as I could see.

Good.

Good, that's good to know.

People are starting to get a bit concerned about these Albanians moving in now.

We're hoping that had nothing to do with your fire.

Like I said, John, all's good.

[John] Because I don't need that.

Gangs. Turf wars,

[scoffs] People getting their eyes gouged out.

That's the point of having you around me, Richie.

That's the whole fucking point.

[car door closes]

93, 86, 79...

...70 fucking two--

[mobile chimes]

[Wes] Alright, Rich.

[door closes]

Richie.

Um, this is Ed Timms.

These are his paintings.

- Ed... - Pleased to meet you.

Okay. Well, I'll check in later.

- See how we're doing. - Yeah.

See you, guys.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Richie...

Richie, put it back.

There.

It needs to... Needs to be here.

It needs to be here for the shapes.

So, that him?

The other guy you're fucking.

Not here, Richie. Please.

You called me.

You never call me. What do you want?

I'm not ill. I was tested. I'm okay.

You're not okay.

- What did he say? - You've got to see someone.

- I did, I saw him. - This isn't a fucking game.

Looking good though, eh? Don't you think, old Seb?

Wearing well. Kept his hair, of course.

Stop fucking around, Richie.

We could lose everything. I'm not prepared to do that.

I told you, I'm dealing with it. Alright?

I know what I'm doing.

Does he know the truth?

Your painter friend?

Does he know? You told him, huh?

Told him about the money?

Where it all comes from? What keeps this place going?

Lining his greasy little fucking pockets, huh?

The drugs he sticks up his pretty little nose?

- Does he know where they come from? - He's not a fool.

Of course, he's not a fool. He's fucking the money, isn't he?

Oh, shut up!

Okay.

Okay, I don't know what's going on in your head,

but I'm telling you this, I'm not gonna let it fuck up my life.

There is nothing going on in my head.

[Richie] 93, 86,

79, 72,

65, 58.

[chattering and laughing]

[Cal] Right, you ready, Mill?

One more time, alright? Then we are going home.

You ready. One, two, three, four.

- There you go. - [Milly] Again, again, daddy.

No! What did I just say? I said that was the last time.

- Again! - Listen, don't talk to me like that.

- And don't shout. - Daddy...

Don't cry, we don't cry in this family.

It's alright, Milly. Cal.

[Cal] Fucking cabbage picker been there all day.

Standing there like a little fucking germ.

[Janey] Leave it, Cal.

- [crying] Daddy. Daddy. - Milly. Cal, leave it.

Cal, just leave it.

[man groaning]

Cal! Cal!

[man groaning]

Cal!

[Jason] Cal! Cal! Leave it, man!

[Cal] Listen, you fucking piece of shit.

You follow me around again and I'll fucking kill you.

[Janey] Cal! [Jason] Get off him, Cal!

- [Cal] Get the fuck off me. - Cal!

Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off me!

[crying]

[Cal] I'll kill you, the fucking lot of you.

[people talking indistinctly]

Richie? Rich!

What are you doing out here? You alright?

You coming in? Layla's in.

Yeah? Everything alright?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, you go along, I'll tell her you're here.

[upbeat music playing]

- Hey, darling, how are you doing? - Alright.

[laughing]

- Hello, stranger. - Hi, sweetheart.

[Layla] Where have you been?

Oh, you know me. Come and go.

Are you on?

[racy music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[Young Jo] Richie.

Richie.

Richie.

Fuck it. Fuck it.

Fuck it. Fuck it.

- Whassup? - Nothing's up.

Richie?

Darling, you alright? Why don't you take me for a dance, hey?

What's up, mate? Lost your Viagra?

[all laughing]

Donny.

- You alright, mate? - Yeah!

How the fuck do you get out of this fucking place?

Same way as always. Down here.

Richie.

- You want me to take you home? - No, no. I'm good.

- You sure? - Good. Yeah, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine! - Okay, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, we're okay, you and me? We okay?

- Yeah, we're fine. - I love you, man. I love you.

Richie, Rich!

[groaning]

[gasps] Please, please, I just wanna talk.

You wanna talk? Tell your brother he is an asshole.

[Matty gagging]

[sighs]

[mobile ringing]

He's sure, is he? This doctor guy.

Sure enough.

He said we need to get him to see someone.

You know, a brain scan. Proper diagnosis.

I tried to talk to him.

Just wouldn't listen.

And he didn't come home last night.

- You spoken to Cal? - No, I wanted to talk to you first.

Keep it that way. I don't want him shooting his fucking mouth off everywhere.

- You okay? - Hmm.

But when it gets out Dad's ill, the whole game plan's fucked.

- What game plan? - They want houses. I spoke to them.

The Albanians. We can still come out of this.

But they'll only deal with Dad now, in person.

I don't think he could handle that. He could do anything.

No, he's gonna have to.

We haven't got a choice. Cal saw to that.

How?

What are you doing getting involved, huh?

I don't want you getting involved.

Can you...

- Can you handle this? - Of course I can handle it.

Of course I can handle it!

I know what I'm doing.

- You okay, son? - Yeah.

No, you're not.

I'm good, Dad.

[scoffs]

Is it Cal? Is it Cal?

Is he fucking you about?

Where is he? Where is Cal?

He's at home.

That's good. That's good.

We'll keep him there. Keep him safe.

Okay.

So...

Where do they want me?

Just give them the houses and get the girl's body for Cal.

- Have you got that? - Yeah.

[knocking on door]

You okay?

Yeah, of course I'm okay.

Why wouldn't I be okay?

[door opening]

[door closes]

Uh...

Our sons will have war.

I've seen too much war. I'm tired.

You as well, I think.

I've felt better.

You want your life, your house.

Your beautiful wife and your boys.

You give us houses for our people.

Homes for our businesses.

And a good share of your world.

And you can keep these things.

A share?

What kind of share?

My sons have shipments coming.

They will discuss the details with your son.

That is for them.

It is for me to tell you this is how it must be.

It is for me to see that you agree.

Houses in Brighton?

For sure.

We need up to 50.

- And that's a good investment? - It's a start.

- My money's safe? - Your money?

My money. My fucking money, Milton.

Can I trust you, that's what I'm asking?

I do not understand.

You give us what we want.

When our business is over, we give you the girl.

The body.

This is our trust.

The girl?

There was a girl.

This is our insurance against you or your boys.

I got you the houses. That was the deal.

She wasn't supposed to be there.

Good.

Why have you come here?

Why have you put this noise in my head?

[sobbing]

Are you okay?

There was a girl.

Yeah. Cal's girl.

The body.

Did you sort it?

What's Cal got to do with this?

You have to go home.

I need to work.

I need to work on the pier.

Go home. I need to work.

[men shouting indistinctly]

[engine starts]

Right, they're gone!

[mobile ringing]

[Richie] Cal? Yeah?

Yeah.

There's more in the next street. Just give them half an hour.

Alright, now you back off? Alright?

Now we do business.

[crying]

You took this town once, Dad. Now we've got to take it again.

[Richie] You know how to use one of these?

How difficult can it be?

- How much did you pay for them? - I didn't. I rented them.

- You rented them? - Yeah.

You get them by the week, you pay by what you use,

and then they look after them when you're done.

Johnny did me a deal.

[laughing]

- You rented them? - Yeah.

Hmm.

Why's that funny?

Don't laugh at me, Dad.

Please!

This isn't my fault. It's not.

You were the one that lost it.

Oh, yeah.

What is the fucking matter with you?

It's like you're bottling it or something.

Has your fucking head gone or something? Is that what it is?

Have you lost your bottle?

What the fuck! What are you fucking doing?

[Jason] Mr Beckett, what are you doing? Mr Beckett, stop!

[breathing heavily]

Come on, cunt.

What?

[crying]

Dad?

Dad?

[Jo] Richie?

Richie.

I need a drink.

Where have you been?

[groans] The fucking pan's stuck.

- What? - The pan.

- The top. - The pan. That fucking pan.

- It won't budge. - It's not a pan. It's a top.

That's what I'm saying. What is this?

Huh? What are you trying to do here, you trying to mess with my mind, huh?

You trying to make me out mad or something?

- You're ill, Richie. - No, no, you're making me fucking ill.

You think that I want you like this?

Like this. Like what? There is nothing wrong with me.

Apple, penny, table. 100, 93, 86. This is my watch.

It's the football season. I'm here. I'm alive.

I'm normal. What the fuck are you?

You should know. Matty sorted the houses.

It's done.

What do you mean, the houses?

What are you talking about?

Don't go with him. Don't leave.

- Eh, you see? You could have done that. - What?

- You could've told them to fuck off. - Who?

Milton. You could have done that.

What are you talking about?

I buried you.

I buried you and I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Richie, what are you talking about?

That was 30 years ago.

She was too young.

You have to think of now, Richie.

What's happening now.

[cell phone ringing]

Janey?

Oh, no.

Oh, my God!

Listen, Janey, I'll call you back, okay?

- Yeah. - What?

What have you done?

I don't know.

You hit Cal.

No.

You beat him up.

No.

Just look at your hand!

Yeah.

[crying]

You fucking...

What the fuck is happening to me?

What the fuck is happening to me?

- Is he okay? Is he okay? - Yeah.

Will you help me?

Please?

Would you help me?

Please.

Oh, my God. Somebody help me.

[both crying]

It's okay. It's alright.

Okay, okay, okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Shh, it's okay.

Don't go. Don't go.

Go to sleep.

We'll see someone.

We'll do it.

Okay.